Month: June 2021

The days are longer,
and I am getting stronger,
swmming everyday.

The meals are okay,
just the time waiting for it,
that is difficult.

I am writing books,
they each demand their time too,
and I understand.

The weather is good,
it is warming up nicely,
and I enjoy that.

The journey was good,
along the roads without stops,
it was plain sailing.

You’d think it’s easy,
having time, on leave, to work,
on the things you love.

I am struggling now,
and I have just begun it,
and already behind.

My mind is not sharp,
full time work does sharpen it,
and gets it thinking.

A few more versus,
are a struggle, even now,
the tiredness comes on.

I want to finish,
what I have started today,
and so that is it.

The decision’s made,
it is all go somewhere else,
and see how it goes.

The dragons have won,
the risk is too great for us,
we’ll run to the hills.

The elves aren’t that bad,
well that is what Joey said,
he was a nice lad.

The pen is mighty,
migthier than the sword right,
in the right hands though.

My eyes rolled in sand,
that is how they are feeling,
closing them is best.

The ground disappeared,
and below us only space,
and some thick, white clouds,

Falling I grabbed out,
and snagging a thick white cloud,
I climbed on board it.

A monkey whistle,
and we started to move fast,
whizzing through the air.

I am changing jobs,
I have got a new offer,
and it;s sounding right.

Take bulls by their horns,
if you’re brave or fool enough,
and try and jump it.

Minoans loved that sport,
doing a cartwheel over,
a mad raging bull.

The puddles are gone,
packed and evaporated,
off to somewhere nice.

The days are warmer,
no jumpers or daft slippers,
and windows open.

Tiredness stalks me now,
I feel it breathing on me,
ready to pounce soon.

It’s June already,
where was the lovely springtime,
that I love so much.

Summer can be good,
in small doses and holidays,
but Autumn’s the best.

Althought I didn’t,
know her very well, I love,
the sound of her name.

Aubrey or Autumn,
does it matter, it’s the sound,
of her spaoken name.

Mirrors look at me,
judging me, I can see them,
saying naughty things.

I don’t give them time,
to fully analyse me,
that would be too much.